﻿Log 4: Land Ahoy!

We got a good contact from the telescope. Right kind of mass, orbital radius and atmosphere composition at least. It’s a ways out, right on the edge of the telescope’s range, but we can make it.

<Coordinates attached>

I told the guys to do a full systems check, make sure everything’s ship-shape for a long sequence of interstellar hops. Ten minutes later, Blondie got in a fight with Chang. Knocked him out cold! So while Chef was bandaging Chang’s boo-boo, I had to confine Blondie to his cabin. He’s in there right now, sulking and reading that bloody book of his again. 

I asked Chang what it was about. He mumbled something about the inventory report, but he’s high as a kite right now and Chef says he’s got a nasty concussion. He might not even remember.

...I guess I’d better go check on Blondie, see what he says. Wish me luck.

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Blondie gave me an earful, as expected. He just won’t let go. Started ranting some crazy shit at me about “The Poison Eden” and a “great step backwards.” I thought he was gonna have a go at me too!

So… yeah. He’s still confined to quarters. At least until Chang recovers and we get his side of the story. I asked Brown about the inventory situation. He checked the bridge comp, says we’re good on everything. We could be a little more comfortable on energy sticks, but there’s no crystals left in this system, and telescope says there’s plenty of crystals around our destination.

We’re so CLOSE now, I can almost taste it.  Eden. It’s out there, and we’re going to find it.

Just three jumps. Three days.

This is going to be huge, I just know it.

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